Smirnov Monologue from A ComedyBy Gustav WiedTranslated

From A ComedyBy Gustav WiedTranslated by Benjamin F. Glazer.

male · anguished · 1:07 min

Thank you. We shan't forget it. And then they expect me to stand for all that. The toll gatherer just now met me in the road and asked, why are you always worrying, Grigorji Stepanovitch? Why in heaven's name shouldn't I worry? I need money, I feel the knife at my throat. Yesterday morning I left my house in the early dawn and called on all my debtors. If even one of them had paid his debt! I worked the skin off my fingers! The devil knows in what sort of Jew-inn I slept, in a room with a barrel of brandy! And now at last I come here, seventy versts from home, hope for a little money and all you give me is moods. Why shouldn't I worry?

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